The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could ,To where it bent in the underg-rowth; ,,,, Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing there ,Had worn them really about the same, ,,,,,, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.
